Enjoying the Good Times

I have the best friends. Period. I had a great one call me today to check on Wyatt just because she knew that he'd been struggling last week. It just touched me that somebody else noticed and remembered. Wyatt has many odd characteristics that make him 'special'. Most of them we don't understand or really know how to deal with except just to struggle through them and hope the next day is better. Point in case- last week out of the blue Wyatt totally regressed. He went through three days of potty accidents, not being able to dress himself, acting totally deaf (he could hear me, but it was like his reaction time was sooooo slow), and just overall shutting down his perfect and fun little personality. I don't know what triggers these episodes. I can't think of anything unusual that happened, his routine didn't change, and I don't have a clue if he ate something that could have triggered it because I don't think he's allergic to anything. Just a random occurence. So we struggled for three days to get back on track. And pretty much I cried through the whole three days. Then slowly but surely, like he was trying to hike out of the fog, he overcame the symptoms one by one. He now has all of his stuffed animals and blankets back (for those of you who understand his discipline system), totally dressed himself yesterday, and was back to pretending all day yesterday to be a bunny doctor with his sister. The best part of my day was the 10-15 times that he came up to me, wrapped his arms around me, sighed and said 'Oh Mommy, I love you.' Having not heard that for three days, it was like heavenly choirs to my hears. 'Sweet boy, I love you too.'